I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1501 | 2015-04-04 00:08:58 | 92.69 | 93% |
| 1449 | 2015-04-01 03:12:21 | 89.30 | 90% |
| 1248 | 2015-03-29 10:03:12 | 95.44 | 93% |
| 1218 | 2015-03-29 02:59:43 | 78.20 | 87% |
| 1170 | 2015-03-27 13:22:04 | 84.38 | 90% |
| 1037 | 2015-03-26 08:19:28 | 72.95 | 86% |
| 966 | 2015-03-25 09:37:54 | 82.62 | 88% |
| 157 | 2015-03-01 07:26:36 | 86.53 | 94% |